An eclipse of yesteryear

My soul longs for oceans of love, it longs for sands of devotion, purity and for those realms of time where our story was written years ago... 2500 B.C. A conspiracy by the evil Chandaliyan turned the arena, where Flavius fought, into a deathbed. A deceitful blow of the sword from his enemy pierced Flavius' chest. Murdering Flavius was part of the plan to set in motion another murder, that of his son Aryan. Alishan, mother of Aryan, turned herself into a shield to save her son and managed to escape into the dense forest. Under the able guidance of Swami Brahmanand, Aryan grew to be strong, wise and intelligent. When his guru left him, Aryan was left with no definite goal but just prophecies, the first arriving in the form of Ritwi, the unimaginably captivating beauty. The eclipse of yesteryear had started taking its shape. Maybe Chandaliyan was aware of the consequence and because of his fear; his mind was conjuring the dark visions. Though he was being confronted with the truth, he wanted to ignore it. But how long could the clouds of yesteryear envelope the rays of the truth? What exactly is the eclipse? Is it just a nightmare conceived only in dreams, as Chandaliyan believed? Or there is some secret to be unfolded with the incomplete love, incomplete history that is yet to be written, marking the footsteps of those who believe in love, humanity and the Almighty